Let me start this tale with honesty: I was wrong. Not completely wrong — but certainly mistaken. After having discovered Caleta Maria in Chilean Tierra del Fuego, I was no longer motivated to reach Ushuaia. I simply didn’t want to leave Caleta Maria, but due to a lack of food, that became non-negotiable. Leaving Caleta…
At night, the wind howls. During the day, the sea roars. Tread lightly, because at this place the earth feels different — drier, humble, and more robust. Every moss is a survivor. Every animal fights to stay alive. Life is harsh. Life is peaceful. Life is for the courageous few who decide to leave the…
Cueva de las Manos summarised for you: A story steeped in history with a highly adventurous touch to get there, more so if you put your confidence into maps.me. Camped in Patagonia National Park, we decided this was the perfect base to visit Cueva de las Manos. Just 156 kilometer of Argentinian gravel, fuel calculations,…
Where were we? Ah yes, I promised to tell you more about this brave new world, didn’t I? Or at least about the dreamy, washboardy, and unexpectedly pricey details. Argentina, here we go! Barely a few kilometers from the last border checkpoint, we parked our motorbikes to soak in the view. To our left, a…
Leaving a little part of myself forever lingering along the Carretera Austral, my wheels started turning towards Paso Roballos and into the unknown; our first border crossing of the trip. A tiny, hidden place nestled below the last Chilean mountains, marking the transition into the vast Argentinian plains. Riding out of Cochrane, it took us…
Close your eyes, listen to waves hitting the hull of the ferry, and feel the wind roaring above. Forget the rain for a moment. Try to fathom where in the world you’ve ended up: a tiny dot next to Chile, yet only three times smaller than Belgium. A final stop before the long road to…
After half a year of no off-road riding, we arrived in The Netherlands to get my wheels dirty once more. The first part of mud nearly brought me to tears. Not the brave and happy kind of tears, but the terrified kind because I couldn’t remember how I ever got through these sticky situations. No…
Sitting inside her apartment, watching the dark clouds drift by, she suddenly felt like a little girl again instead of the young woman she had become. The first rain drops started trickling down, making their way across the window like tears rolling down a cheek. She feels stuck, imprisoned in her own apartment. Not because…
We love, we give, we ride. Love in all its shapes and forms. Undefineable it escapes us. Silently it roars. We try to give it a name and capture it with all its highs and lows. Romantic love, sibling love, love for parents, love for friends, love for grandparents, love for beauty, love for a…
